Page 72 of Heartstrings & Horizons
“Umm.. so, about that.”
“What did you do, baby?” There's a hint of amusement in his eyes as he attempts to hide his smile and I know he’s trying really hard to hold back his laughter right now.
“I fear I may have fucked up.”
“Girlboss a little too close to the sun?”
“Something like that.”
I present the charred remains of what were supposed to be double chocolate muffins. Unfortunately, the little hamsters that live in my brain got side tracked, and we didn’t hear the timer go off.
“They were supposed to be muffins.”
“Mmhmm. And now they’re hockey pucks?”
“It’s fine, I was just working on the 2nd batch when you walked in. I need to toss the first batch in the trash so I can use the pan again.”
Cade places Goose in his favorite spot at the breakfast nook, then strides over to me with purpose and something heated in his gaze.
“I have a better idea.” I’m not sure how I feel about the suggestive tone in his voice, though my panties would indicate otherwise.
Next thing I know, Cade is pulling the bowl of sticky muffin batter across the island. He takes a scoop with his index and middle fingers before reaching out and smearing it on my bottom lip. He cups my cheek and brings his lips a breath away from mine, then licks the batter from my mouth before fusing our mouths together. His tongue flicks out to meet mine and all I can taste is chocolate and Cade. I want to get lost in it, but before I can deepen the kiss, he pulls back and scoops up more of the mixture, smearing it over the swells of my breasts.Fuck, why is this so hot?
I don’t even have to guess what he’s going to do next. His head lowers as he licks the left and then the right, before tugging my shirt below my breasts.
“Fuck, no bra? You've been a bad girl.”
I can’t muster a response, so I settle for a moan.
He takes one peaked nipple into his mouth, while swiping more batter onto the other, then lapping that up too, paying equal attention to both sides. I thrust my fingers through his thick hair, holding him in place as he lets out a hungry moan.
“You taste like heaven, baby.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s the chocolate, Cowboy.”
I giggle as I’m hoisted into the air, my ass hitting the countertop a second later. I spread my legs so he can step between them, but he seems to have other plans and suddenly I’msofucking glad I chose to wear a skirt today.
Cade bunches the hem around my hips, his arms snaking around my thighs before tugging my soaked panties to the side and running his thick tongue from my opening all the way to my clit.
“No, baby, it’s definitely you.”
He continues to stroke me with the flat of his tongue, paying special attention to my swollen clit, before circling it with his lips and sucking hard. I’m so fucking close at this point, I can feel the pressure building along my spine. It won’t take long before I’m coming on his face.
Cade removes one hand from around my thighs, dragging it upwards, traveling over my soft belly, past my breasts, before wrapping around the front of my throat, applying the slightest pressure with his fingers, and holy fuck I didn’t knowthatcould be so hot.
“Be a good little wife and come for your husband.”
He sucks my clit into his mouth one more time and I shatter, my legs convulsing as I call out his name.
“Good girl.”
I’ve died. Dead. RIP me.
Cade helps me off the counter and kisses me, hard.
“I’m not your wife yet.”
“Yet.”
